That makes it all right--makes me somehow so happy for you.

There's something in him--what is it ?--that suggests the oncle d'Amerique, the eccentric benefactor, the fairy godmother.

He's a little of an old woman--but all the better for it." She hung fire but an instant before she pursued: "What can we make him do for you ?" Vanderbank at this was very blank.

"Do for me ?" "How can any one love you," she asked, "without wanting to show it in some way?
You know all the ways, dear Van," she breathed, "in which I want to show it." He might have known them, something suddenly fixed in his face appeared to say, but they were not what was, on this speech of hers, most immediately present to him.

"That for instance is the tone not to take with him." "There you are!" she sighed with discouragement.